The Love For Dubstep

by TheHappyBrony313

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life
Length: 1184

Vinyl Scratch feels the magic of the bass dropps.

Dubstep. What Vinyl livs for, what her cutie marks all about, and a little story about the feeling of it!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-22 01:44:02 UTC

The feeling

The Love For Dubstep

Written by TheHappyBrony313

Proofread by Spark of Insiration

Again Vinyl found herself at a night club, lights flashing and bass cranked up the highest it could go, doing what she had done every night since the tour started.

Vinyl stood onstage, bobbing her head with the rhythm, while the ponies on the dance floor praised her, hopelessly trying to match their dancing with the insane drops blasting from the speakers. When the track ended she did a quick move with her magic and started another track, causing the ponies to scream in happiness when they herd the new song start.

A light melody, filled the air, becoming gradually stronger every second. Just when the ponies on the dance floor expected the drop to kick in, the beat fell away, and a female voice appeared over it. As the first shades of doubt passed through the crowd, the bass began to build again. Vinyl decided she had tortured the anticipating ponies enough, and let the bass drop... hard. Wubs and almost machine-like tones blasted out of the speakers.

The bass died down again, except that this time, the crowd was expecting it. True to her nature, Vinyl didn’t keep them waiting for long. Wubs once again blasted through the stifling air, followed by the same mechanical tones. Once again, the bass lightened, only to be followed mere seconds later by another series of louder drops. As the song wound to a close, Vinyl flipped her records once again and started on the next song in the queue.

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Vinyl walked into the hotel, where her manager had rented a room for her to stay in during the tour. She took the elegantly designed elevator up to the level where her room was located, With a light `pling´, the elevator doors opened into a long corridor with numbered doors along either side. Vinyl walked down to the end, where she found her room, the number 3065 emblazoned on the gold plaque. She unlocked the door and opened it, finally seeing her rather swanky hotel room. It was quite the sight, with the small bathroom next to the door and king-size bed over in the corner. Vinyl dropped her saddlebags by the bathroom door, and walked over to the bed. With the grace of a rock, she jumped up onto its cushion-y softness, practically feeling the stress melt away. As she found herself a good spot on the bed and collapsed into it, her mind went through the day, and the last week, the last month, of all the times she came to a town or a city that she never heard of, then to a nightclub she never heard of, and then get to a hotel she never heard of either; basically her daily routine. Her mind drifted to the songs, the drops, the wubble bass, all that she loved about dubstep. Even from young age she had fallen in love with its originality, the secret art behind its perfection, and she even remembered the day her mom and dad had bought her the first mixer.

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Vinyl was only thirteen when it happened. She was sitting in her room looking at the picture of her when she was on her first concert; when Skrillony released his new song then went right up to the top of the hit list. Scary Monsters, and nice parasprites... that was pure magic, and she loved every second of it. After this, she had been on many other concerts, listening to the many different artists that were showing off their new songs and tracks.

She heard a knock on the door, and her parents walked in. “Hi, sweetie,” her mother said, a sweet smile on her face.

“Hey, Mom... Dad... ” she greeted them, turning down the volume on the new Skrillony song she was listening to.

“We’ve noticed how much you seem to adore that... music, especially after that concert we took you to...” Vinyl remembered that night almost perfectly. At the time, she had been sad that she had to leave so soon, mostly because her mother had gotten a headache from the bass and distortion, but that was all water under the bridge.

“So we went down in the music shop this afternoon,” her father finished.

Vinyls eyes shot open and jumped off the chair she was sitting on, and towards her parents. She landed mere centimeters in  front of them, the excitement pouring out of her in waves.

”Oh, you didn’t.....” she gasped. Her father pulled out a small machine out of his saddlebag, and hoofed it to Vinyl. “OHMYGOSHYOUTWOBOUGHTMEAMIXERIT’SSOAWSOMEYOUGUYESARETHEBEST!” she yelled as she looked over the many dials and switches on its surface.

“Well, we thought that if you liked the music so much, you’d love making it yourself so much more,” her father answered, his stoic face showing a half-smile, something quite unusual for him.

“I’m just glad you’re happy, dear,” her mother said, setting a hoof tentatively on Vinyl’s shoulder.

“OHTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!” Vinyl wrapped both her parents in a large bear hug. She didn’t wait for very long before she set up the mixer and tried it out.

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That was also the day she got her cutie mark; she remembered that she was so happy that she nearly cried.

She sat up from the bed , and walked back to the saddlebag next to the bathroom, she pulled up two small stereos that she always had with her, and a small mp3 player. She set the stereos on the night table next to the bed, and then plugged it in the mp3 player and started the first song on it.  Then she jumped back on the bed, collapsed, and slowly drifted off to sleep, the sweet melodies calming her like nothing else could.

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Vinyl slowly cracked her eyes open, unfortunately, inviting the sun to shine directly on them. Just as she sat up, a loud knocking at the door drew her attention away from hating the morning.

She groaned loudly as she stood up from the soft embrace of the bed and walked over to the door. Her manager was standing there on the other side, impatiently tapping his hoof.

“Come on, we have to go! You’re gonna be in Manehatten before sundown, so pack your things and get moving!”

“Yeah, yeah... I’m coming. Just gotta get my stuff,” she replied a bit angrily. She closed the door and walked over to the night table, placing her speakers and mp3 gently in the saddlebag. Out the door she went, once again headed to a city she never heard of, a nightclub she never knew existed, and then after sleep in a hotel she never have been in... but that’s how her life was, and she loved it. The one thing she loves more...

is Dubstep.

THE END

From the author:

Hello, its me again on my second fanfic! and this time i have gotten myself a proofreader, and i owe him a HUGE thanks! so you guyes shuld go check his page out! i hope you enjoy!